Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by ABC. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.